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SteemitCentral Lyrics Challenge – Day 18 / 60 – “The Mercy Seat” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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SteemitCentral Lyrics Challenge – Day 18 / 60 – “The Mercy Seat” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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<h4><i>  “I’m yearning to be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye, And a tooth for a tooth.”</i></h4> <p>
<p>song ~ <em><strong>“The Mercy Seat”</strong></em> &nbsp;
<br>artist ~ <strong>Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds</strong> &nbsp;</p>
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<p>It began when they come took me from my home<br>
And put me in Dead Row,<br>
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.<br>
And I’ll say it again<br>
I .. am .. not .. afraid .. to .. die.
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<p>I began to warm and chill<br>
To objects and their fields,<br>
A ragged cup, a twisted mop<br>
The face of Jesus in my soup<br>
Those sinister dinner meals<br>
The meal trolley’s wicked wheels<br>
A hooked bone rising from my food<br>
All things either good or ungood.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is waiting<br>
And I think my head is burning<br>
And in a way I’m yearning<br>
To be done with all this measuring of truth.<br>
An eye for an eye<br>
And a tooth for a tooth<br>
And anyway I told the truth<br>
And I’m not afraid to die.</p>
<p>Interpret signs and catalogue<br>
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.<br>
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.<br>
They are the sick breath at my hind<br>
They are the sick breath at my hind<br>
They are the sick breath at my hind<br>
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind</p>
<p>I hear stories from the chamber<br>
How Christ was born into a manger<br>
And like some ragged stranger<br>
Died upon the cross<br>
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way<br>
He was a carpenter by trade<br>
Or at least that’s what I’m told.</p>
<p>Like my good hand I<br>
Tattooed E.V.I.L. across it’s brother’s fist<br>
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.</p>
<p>In Heaven His throne is made of gold<br>
The ark of His testament is stowed<br>
A throne from which I’m told<br>
All history does unfold.<br>
Down here it’s made of wood &amp; wire<br>
And my body is on fire<br>
And God is never far away.</p>
<p>Into the mercy seat I climb<br>
My head is shaved, my head is wired<br>
And like a moth that tries<br>
To enter the bright eye<br>
I go shuffling out of life<br>
Just to hide in death awhile<br>
And anyway I never lied.</p>
<p>My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L<br>
Wears a wedding band that’s G.O.O.D<br>
‘Tis a long-suffering shackle<br>
Collaring all that rebel blood.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is waiting<br>
And I think my head is burning<br>
And in a way I’m yearning<br>
To be done with all this measuring of truth.<br>
An eye for an eye<br>
And a tooth for a tooth<br>
And anyway I told the truth<br>
And I’m not afraid to die.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is burning<br>
And I think my head is glowing<br>
And in a way I’m hoping<br>
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.<br>
An eye for an eye<br>
And a tooth for a tooth<br>
And I’ve got nothing left to lose<br>
And I’m not afraid to die.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is glowing<br>
And I think my head is smoking<br>
And in a way I’m hoping<br>
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.<br>
An eye for an eye<br>
And a tooth for a tooth<br>
And anyway there was no proof<br>
Nor a motive why.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is smoking<br>
And I think my head is melting<br>
And in a way I’m helping<br>
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.<br>
A lie for a lie<br>
And a truth for a truth<br>
And I’ve got nothing left to lose<br>
And I’m not afraid to die.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is melting<br>
And I think my blood is boiling<br>
And in a way I’m spoiling<br>
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.<br>
An eye for an eye<br>
An a truth for a truth<br>
And anyway I told the truth<br>
And I’m not afraid to die.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is waiting<br>
And I think my head is burning<br>
And in a way I’m yearning<br>
To be done with all this measuring of proof.<br>
A life for a life<br>
And a truth for a truth<br>
And anyway there was no proof<br>
But I’m not afraid to tell a lie.</p>
<p>And the mercy seat is waiting<br>
And I think my head is burning<br>
And in a way I’m yearning<br>
To be done with all this measuring of truth.<br>
An eye for an eye<br>
And a truth for a truth<br>
And anyway I told the truth<br>
But I’m afraid I told a lie. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mercy_Seat_(song)#/media/File:The_mercy_seat_(nick_cave_song)_cd.png"><i><sub>(Image source)</sub></i> </a>

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<h1><em>Comments</em>&nbsp;</h1>
<p>This song relates the thoughts of a man sentenced to death. Alone in his prison cell, he awaits execution in the electric chair – aka, <em>“the mercy seat.”</em> &nbsp;That <em>"mercy seat”</em>&nbsp; also alludes to the Old Testament concept of the “Throne of God,” before which the man believes he will pass after he dies.&nbsp;</p>
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<h3><strong>Not afraid to die</strong></h3>
<p>At the beginning, the convict proclaims that he is innocent – or, at least, <i>"nearly wholly innocent."</i>&nbsp; He goes on to claim that <em>“I never lied.” </em>&nbsp;He also asserts that he is<em> “not afraid to die,”</em>&nbsp;and he subsequently repeats that assertion several times throughout the song.&nbsp;</p>
<h3><strong>Afraid he lied</strong></h3>
In the very last line, however, he admits that, in fact, he <em>“told a lie.”</em>&nbsp; But he does not tell us what he lied about. Was his proclamation of innocence a lie? Maybe, but at this late stage, it hardly matters.
<p>More likely, he lied when he said that he was not afraid to die. Standing at death’s door, he realizes that he does not want to die. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="http://www.missionhillsla.com/blog/nick-cave-on-mark"><i><sub>(Image source)</sub></i> </a>
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<br>Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahr4KFl79WI"><i><b>"The Mercy Seat"</b></i>  </a> &nbsp;<sub>(Right-click to hear on YouTube)</sub> 
<br>Lyrics by <b><i>Nick Cave,</i></b> courtesy of – <a href=https://www.nickcave.com/lyrics/nick-cave-bad-seeds/tender-prey/mercy-seat/><i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;NickCave. com</b></i></a> 
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